Togetherness Poem by Prasanna Mishra

How does it feel
This togetherness
Those sporadic moments
After scores of lonely winters
That spontaneous
Upsurge of waves
After years
Of windless calm
Of a wave less ocean!

How does it sound
Those intermittent bouts
of endless whispers?

How does it look
That showing of scar
On the heart
By the relentless lashes
of piercing grains
of sand blown
By long unkind
Summer air
of years bygone?


How is it called
This togetherness
Will o the wisp!
Oh no;
Maybe it is like
Draupadi's robing
Through Krishna's
Compassion
Enriching both
Yet
Corrupting neither.

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